Anna was a hard-working career woman, and a successful one. At only age 45, she was now a division leader in the major multinational company, making six figures per year. The work weeks were exhausting, but the weekends allowed her to recharge. And it was 8 p.m. on a Friday: the weekend had just begun.
The only problem, as Anna thought to herself, with being a successful career woman was that it left her no time for dating. She hadn't been on a date with another human in three years. In fact, it had been so busy recently that she hadn't even had a date with her vibrator and dildos in three months. She realized that she was frustrated and needed a sexual release.
Anna stripped off her clothes and looked at her naked body in the full-length mirror. Still looking lovely, as always. Her brown, wavy hair came to her shoulders. She kept it up at work, to look professional, but at home she let it hang loose. Her brown eyes had a stern look to them, a consequence of being so focused at work, but could display a twinkle of a smile when she was relaxed and happy. Her frame, thick and curvy without being obese, drew a lot of attention from others. Her measurements were 42E-38-46. Her large chest and plump, soft rear got plenty of stares -- in the past year, as she knew from seeing the notes of Lisa the HR woman, eight of Anna's underlings (six cis men, one cis woman and one trans woman) had come to Lisa and confessed their crush on Anna, wanting to know what the policy was on asking their boss out. (None of them had had the courage to actually do so: it wasn't illegal, but the people involved would have to get approval from HR and sign certain agreements if they wanted an office romance.)
The heat of August couldn't be fully controlled even with the powerful air-conditioning system in the house. Anna was already tired from work, and this wasn't helping. She trudged over to the drawer where her sex toys were, then changed her mind. She wanted orgasms, but if she used her toys, she would have to do the work. What she really needed was a way to get off without having to exert any effort.
Anna climbed onto her bed. It was also too hot to get under the blankets. She sighed, frustrated. It was then that she realized she wasn't alone on the bed. A tentacle monster was next to her.
"Hello," Anna said. "Are you here to give me lots of orgasms without me having to actually move?"
The tentacle monster did not respond with words. Tentacle monsters are incapable of speech. But it did extend a tentacle and gently caress Anna's face, while a second tentacle brushed Anna's flank.
"Is that a yes?" Anna replied.
The monster wrapped a tentacle gently but securely around Anna's left ankle, and another tentacle around her right ankle. A third tentacle drew Anna's arms slowly behind her and wrapped around her wrists. The grip was secure, but not uncomfortable. The monster spread Anna's legs open enough to access her holes, but not so far as to put strain on her body.
"Well, you have the not making me move part down," Anna giggled. "Now you just need to give me those orgasms."
